Cosey Mo

O Cosey Mo, I feel your pain
 When they all want you but they don't know your game
 I guess your death will pass in time
 But in the meantime let me build your shrine
 I promise you that I will find you
 I'll dig up every unmarked grave
 I promise you that I will find you, darling, find you
 And on your tomb I"ll carve your name
 Oh Cosey Mo, I feel your rage
 When they hunt you down and put you in their cage
 I understand your need to hide
 Not from fear but from losing you mind
 I promise you that I will find you
 I'll dig up every unmarked grave
 I will not rest until I find you, darling, find you
 And on your tomb I"ll carve your name
 Burning, burning
 Burning instead of beauty
 Burning, burning
 Burning instead of beauty
 Burning, burning
 Burning instead of beauty
 Burning, burning
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 Burning, burning
 Burning instead of beauty
 Burning, burning
 Burning instead of beauty
 Burning, burning
 Burning instead of beauty
 Burning, burning